Okay, here's the second chapter. I don't thnk anyone read the first one, or atleast no one reviewed. So, I kind of have an idea for this story, but It's still pretty foggy, but go on and read.

Ch. 2

Claaera was a strange girl, even as elves go. Tall and well built like most elves, she had the average build of one. Unlike most elves, she had emerald green eyes, to the generally magenta or aquamarine. Her ears were shaped the same long pointed shape as others, though hers were pointed lower, and longer. But these weren't what made her different than other elves, because there were a bit of elves that didn't follow the stereotypical appearance.

She had her long dark rust colored hair in a braid, while the newest thing was intricate buns. Unlike most of the female elves her age, she wasn't infatuated with humans, or hunting, or even talking with the dragons. She liked to read and use swordplay and to touch up on her magic. And she would defiantly pick a peryton over a dragon to talk to any day. Unlike most elves, she wasn't a verbal storyteller; she liked to draw to tell her stories. It just so happens that she was at the lake that the town was built over, and named after, Lake Vonaruil. She also happened to be chatting with her favorite peryton, Evisel.

"Dear, dear poor Evisel, what put you in such a mood?" Claaera asked, when she noticed he was being very huffy, for such a calm creature. She had removed her slippers to let her feet dangle in the water, while the shadow of a man hovered over her.

"You little Elven people are not as aware as you used to be. Some silly hunters had mistaken me for an everyday stag!! Can they not see my wings!?" He huffed and mumbled, while he lay down beside her.

She laughed her lute-like laugh, all the while cooing and petting him, to make him feel better. She slowly lowered the rest of her body down to be at the same level as him. "At least you still have your pelt intact then, hmm?" All the poor creature did was harrumph and turn his head the other way. They stayed like that for a few more minutes until the stag-like creature stood on his hoofs.

"I must be leaving you now child. I am still miffed about this morning's injustice, and the company that will be joining you shortly will no doubt think I am just some stupid deer. Then, until whenever we meet again, goodbye." And he was gone.

She sat up and grabbed her slippers, putting them on her feet. Into her sight came Therith. He was forty years old, and yet acted as if he were twenty. She was only twenty-three, but still more mature than him. He was covered in mud, and his clothes were falling apart. She ran towards him, grabbed his arms and started to drag him near the lake.

"What will your mother say when she sees you? You'll kill her, and she is only ninety-five! Already forty, and not even married. What will she do with you?" She sighed. Then as he started to respond, she smiled and pushed him into the lake. "That aught to get you a little cleaner, hmm?" She said as she smiled wickedly.

He sputtered as he broke the surface of the lake, and grinned. "My mother knew what I was going to be like as soon as she had me, bless her soul. That's why she had Gilral as soon as she could. One son aught to be right! Now use your fine magic to clean me up a bit. Please?"

He begged the last word.

Claaera shook her head in exasperation, and sighed. "I guess, since you asked so nicely, that I shall. What are you doing here anyway; usually you're of taking care of that silly bird you're mother likes to keep around. " She asked as she was pulling him up out of the lake and eyeing his clothing. She said a couple of words, and he was dry, and his clothes were mended.

"Solaha's not a silly bird, she's a daring phoenix, and she just finished this cycle, so I can't really look after her. Besides, I'm over here to talk to you, and to convince you of something." He said, grabbing a branch and swinging it at imaginary enemies.

"Oh, to convince me of something? And what would this be, hmm?"

"Well, I'll do that later, first let's talk. Father still wants to marry you to Gilral, says you would be perfect for each other. You're so calm, and he's very adventurous, you would even each other out." He said, making his voice deep like his fathers.

"You're father has tried this time and time again, and it hasn't worked yet. Plus, you're brother doesn't even like me, and he's thirty-one! Males that age like all sorts of girls. And he only does as his mother tells him." She said, for he had been trying this since she was fifteen and of legal age.

"But that's just the thing, my mothers starting to think it's a good idea too! And if they get permission from the maraavin, you'll be forced to settle down with him!" He spouted, not liking the idea of his friend being forced into anything.

"That's just silly. You're mother will come off it sooner or later, and even if she didn't, the maraavin wouldn't say yes without asking me if it's what I wanted." She replied, shaking her head. As she realized that they were heading near the dragon caves, she asked what had been on her mind only minutes before. "What did you want to convince me of, and it has something to do with the dragons, doesn't it?" she asked suspiciously.

All Therith did was chuckle before grabbing her and pulling her into the caves as they reached the entrance. He finally said, "Yes, the dragons are a major part my question. Think about it before you answer though, please? About a year ago, I met a wonderful dragon, named Feravan, who is very nice to talk to. I talked a bit about you, and he thought you were a 'curious creature', and wanted to meet you. He's not like other dragons, that's for sure. He does tell wonderful stories though, and he has great knowledge. He's not quiet as old as some dragons in the caves, but he's not too fresh from the egg. I think you would really like him, so please come?" He pouted like a little elf would to their mother about going on their first hunt. He knew she couldn't say no.

She sighed, and knew it was too late to turn around now anyway. "I think I must, since we are so deep into the caverns anyway. He better be good company though, or I shall not speak to you for another couple of years. You know how I dislike dragons very much." They entered a cave that was dripping with rain that had soaked though some cracks in the ceiling. He grinned as they came to the deeper end of the cave and pulled Claaera to a side entrance she didn't notice. What she saw made her gasp.

Inside the little opening, or it looked so anyway, was the most beautiful dragon she had ever seen. He was about as long as the ocean was deep. On top of his head where horns that looked they could be used as swords, with a shine to them that made them even more so like swords. His body was not numerous scales like most dragons she had seen, though the neck and legs were scaly. His wings were as long as a river, and at the tips they had what looked to be icicles. His tail was like nothing she had seen before. It was thick like many old trees, but it got smaller towards the end. His skin took on the colors of the rocks surrounding him, but it always seemed to be changing when ever you move you're head. What fascinated he most though, were his eyes. They sat on his head in the perfect place, and made her feel as if she were looking into the secrets of something bigger than she could imagine. The very rims were black, and they turned a curious moon-like color. They were glazed over which made her think he was daydreaming about something.

Then she realized, "You're blind, aren't you?" She asked as she walked further into the cavern.

"Yes my dear, it has never limited me though, you do not need sight for the beauty of things." He rumbled in a voice that sounded like a rushing river, but yet very calm at the same time. He took in a breath, that to her felt like a nice breeze, then said, Therith, my boy, please introduce me to your dear friend here. Although I can guess who she is, it is impolite not to introduce us." He made a noise like that of an old man laughing.

"Ah, sorry Feravan, this is Claaera; Claaera, this is Feravan. I knew you would like each other, both of you nag on me all the time." He mumbled. The other two laughed at this.

Hour's passed as the three talked and shared stories, or commented on things around them. They sat in a peace that Claaera didn't think she would ever find with a dragon. She made a promise to herself that she would visit him again, whenever she got the chance. She even thought that he and Evisel would get along if they met.

"Children, I do believe it is time for you to get back from wince you came, for it is the time of the stars." Rumbled Feravan into the chamber after they had finished another conversation. Both elves stood from where they were, and headed towards the intrance after bidding farewell. "Claaera, a moment if you please?" He asked as Therith left.

"Of course, what did you need?" She asked back.

"I think very soon that you will need something to help you on you're path of life. I hope you will never have to use it to its full extent, but I give it to you anyway. Keep it safe, and tell no one of it." He said. She looked confused and was about to say something, when he shushed her with his words. "Do not deny what you do not know; just take what is given to you with respect. I believe in you." With that he brought his tail around to in front of her.

On his tail, were the icicle-like things. Upon closer inspection though, they seemed to be like his horns though. All of the sudden, he took his giant foot and stepped down on his tale. She cringed thinking he had hurt himself. When he pulled his foot away, one of the icicles had broken off, and he scratched of a piece of one of his scales. He pushed the two together and blew his steaming breath onto the things. When he was done with that, they had made a sort of dagger that was unsmooth, with his scale as the handle.

"Take this and hide it in your dress for now. You will know when you will need it. Stay safe child." The dragon said in a wise manner. She delicately picked the thing up, and put it in a pocket she had sewn on the inside of her dress. She stared up at the dragon with awe.

"Claaera, where are you?" Shouted Therith from outside all of the sudden.

"Um, yes I'm coming!" She yelled back, then to the dragon. "Thank you, but you are no dragon." She informed him, rather than asked. With that, she was running to catch up with Therith.

Thanks if your reading this, and don't forget to review. If you see any mistakes like spelling, inform me. If you don't know what a peryton is, and are wondering, here is a little definition.

Peryton: A winged stag that cast the shadow of a man. Thought to have been the lost soul of travelers. Although usually been told to eat mens flesh, in this story, they just think of mankind as stupid creatures, and would rather eat fish. They actually think most races are far below thier own, but men furthest.

Also, the maraavin, is like the father of the church. Except there isn't realy a church, he is really a wise man. He is the one that takes care of Claaera.